The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1887-06-09

been physiolOgically oyerruled. When
the family retired to bed Mrs. Gal
Iahers mind was filled with visions of
her front yard converted into tropical
Jungle in which peacocks, birds of
paradise, and new bonnets of elegant
plumage stood in line upon the limbs
Of the trees and poured forth their JOY
in melodious roulaies and thrilling
roundelays.
twas the dead hour of night.
Mrs Gallaher's face had sunken in its
soft pillow and her rosy features were
wrapped in a lace bonnet de NUT,
which came down over her ears and
shut out all earthly sounds. 1t had
cherry ribbon strings tied under her
chin. All was still with ORG exception,
which was Gallaher At regular in
tervals he snored defiance to the Eng
lish throne of which he dreamed
Suddenly upon the stiffness came a
long, loud, blood-curdling scream that
made the windows rattle 1t was
awful.
Whats that?7 cried Gallaher start
ing up,
| Gallaher, awakened and scared. .
&c aw h orrrk!r
The horrible scream was repeated.
Gallaher sprang to the floor.
"Dennis-O-Oi'llc choke to death
wild his-darn-thing" Mrs Gallaher
was spluttering with terror. She had
pulled her bonnet de NUT strings into a
hard knot, and was strangling.
How'd yure jaw, will oo?' said
GaIlaher angrily. He was listening in
tently.
The string parted and freed her ears.
She listened, too, still scared.
''Musha, | hope it's not wan o thin
hurrah away murders"
He has no made to cut her troat an
a noight like this" said Gallaher shiv-
ering in his night gown. ''Av he
houlds her still she'll freeze quick
enough"
"Cawhorrrk."
1t came again. He grabbed his
socks and drew on his trousers. As he
pulled on his coat he looked out of the
front window, and by the light of the
street lamp saw George Washington
Millard in front of the house and look
ing up at the windows. Instantly
angry he flew down stairs and opened
the front door.
Aha said he sayagely, by the way
of greeting.
''Heah, posey. Come heah," said
Mr.. Millard wooingly to the pug dog
which had followed him over He pre-
tended not to see Mr.. Gallaher.
is it watchin' my CRASH grow ye
are?" asked Gallaher sarcastically.
Nice do@gie; good doggie," g." said the
other, patting it.
''What do you mane?" demanded
Gallaher, going down the walk.
Subterfuge was useless. Il came over,
sab, said Mr.. Millard in precise tones,
''because | heard shrieks, sab, in your
domicile, sab. | thought recognized
your wife's voice, sah,'
"Howly Maryr calculated Mrs.
Gallaher from an upper window. 'Do
that black naygur say me vice is like
that?'
This was too much It could not be
left to Dennis to adjust. She threw on
her petticoats hurriedly.
Meanwhile the seriousness of the Oc-
casiOn had caused suspension of
hostilities between the men, They
agreed that it was evidently the murder
of some woman in a vacant lot in the
rear of Gallaher's wagon-hOuse.
Visions of gore and bloody knives
made Gallaher indisposed to investi-
gate it by himself, particularly in his
defenseless condition. He invited
Millard to accompany him, and the
latter accepted. The two men, fol-
lowed by the pug, passed on tiptoe
along the aleyway at the side of the
house, crossed the yard, and
approached the wagon-house, through
which they would pass to the lot.
The minute he opened the door some
thing came tapping against him in the
darkness, scratched his face, and
knocked him down. 1t was the pea
little ratified anyhow. He had for
gotten the bird, and he yelled with
fright as he scrambled to his feet and
ran across the yard. Millard and the
pug had been there some seconds when
he arrived. He looked savagely at
Millard to detect the faintest smile. If
he had seen one he would have killed
him on the spot.
''It's me paycock," he said hoarsely,
and he said no more, but there was
blood in his eye.
He found lantern and lighted it.
Then he went back and opened the door
carefully. The pug, aching for de-
struction, spied the peacock.
''Broo-oo,' croaked he with the
coarse bark peculiar to pugs.
"Cawhorrrk!" screamed the bird de-
family.
Posey abandoned his strategic advan-
tage between his owners legs and un-
cOurteously flew at it. The peacock, glad
to meet something it could whip, met
him half way. 1t struck with its spurs,
and lifting with its wings, knocked the
dog over. Posey squalled with terror
and lay paralyzed while Robert Emmett
pecked him viciously.
Stop him. Stop him" cried Mr.
Millard
Let EN- alone" yelled Gallaher.
Mr.. NIillard, fearful for his pet,
grabbed at the peacock. Then he
struck at him with a stick. Then
Gallaher's pent-up Utica gave way and
he acted.
He was mad anyhow. He would
have given SO if Millard had hit him
instead of the fowl The accumulated
anger OF years spurred his right
fcmoral muscles when he kicked. If
he had not hit his mark he would have
broken his leg, If he had had his boot
on he would have broken Mr.. Millard
in two. As twas his foot struck Mr..
Millard amidships ike locomotive
and knocked him five feet, face down.
ward on top of the peacock.
The bird screamed. Posey squalled,
and the men rolled over and over on
the floor. Mr.. Millard was no SLOUGH.
His mouth was full of feathers, but he
had courage, and the battle was hot
and sanguinary. Reinforcements for
the Irish champion arrived in the shape
of Mrs. Callahan. who with handy
shovel was about to cleaye Mr.. Millard's
skull when the policeman grabbed it.
At the sight of him she tainted dead